Love ’em or hate ’em, The Oh Hellos sure play expressive music. This rendition of the Coventry Carol has one of the most appropriate deliveries I’ve heard of the lines:
Herod the king, in his raging charged he hath this day his men of might, in his own sight all children young to slay
Many Christmas carols draw inspiration from winter. I think this works well with what might be called folk carols, like “Good King Wenceslas,” but there aren’t very many wintry Christmas hymns that make good sacred music. But there are some exceptions…
Many Christmas carols tell a story, usually the story of the nativity. I like this one because it starts in the Garden with the fall of man before moving to the Incarnation. The version I chose is fairly simple, which is probably the way to go when singing any song that tells a story.
1. The Lord at first did Adam make Out of the dust and clay, And in his nostrils breathed life, E’en as the Scriptures day. And then in Eden’s Paradise He placed him to dwell, That he within it should remain To dress and keep it well.
[Chorus]. Now let good Christians all begin An holy life to live, And to rejoice and merry be, For this is Christmas Eve.
2. And then within the garden he Commanded was to stay, And unto him in commandment These words the Lord did say: The fruit which in the garden grows To thee shall be for meet, Except the tree in the midst thereof, Of which thou shalt not east. [Chorus].
3. For in the day that thou shalt eat, Or do it them come nigh; For if that thou doth eat thereof Then surely thou shalt die. But Adam he did take no heed Unto that only thing, But did transgress God’s holy law, And so was wrapt in sin. [Chorus].
4. Now mark the goodness of the Lord Which he for mankind bore, His mercy soon he did extend, Lost man for to restore; And then for to redeem our souls From death and hellish thrall, He said his own dear son should be The Saviour of us all. [Chorus].
5. Which promise now is brought to pass, Christians, believe it well; And by the coming of God’s dear Son We are redeemed from thrall. Then if we truly do believe, And do the thing aright; Then by his merits we at last Shall live in Heaven bright. [Chorus].
6. Now for the blessings we enjoy, Which are from Heaven above, Let us renounce all wickedness And live in perfect love. Then shall we do Christ’s own command, Ev’n his own written word, And when we die in Heaven shall Enjoy our living Lord. [Chorus].
7. And now the tide is nigh at hand, Int’ which our Saviour came; Let us rejoice, and merry be, In keeping of the same. Let’s feed the poor and hungry souls, And such as do it crave; Then when we die, in Heaven sure, Our reward we shall have. [Chorus].
It’s sunny in Birmingham today, which makes carols about snow and darkness seem less appropriate for the season. Today, I give you one of the many light and bouncy segments of Vivaldi’s Gloria, “Domine, Fili unigenite.”
As you can tell, I love Christmas music that can be sung in a group, but my Christmas spirit isn’t bound by one genre. Don Chaffer of Waterdeep wrote a nativity musical several years ago called The Unusual Tale of Mary and Joseph’s Baby and it’s a rare month when the soundtrack isn’t played in our house at least once.
It’s a Christmas musical, of course, but the song below is particularly appropriate for Advent. In it, Mary does what any God-fearing woman would do and demands that the Most High keep His promises. It’s been so long. “If you won’t deliver us,” she says, “let us leave.”
I want to be delivered. I want to be set free. I want to get across those waters; That’s what was promised to me. Wandering the desert, A wilderness of shame, Drunk on worries of everyday life, We’ve almost forgotten our name. I’m half afraid this is the story Someone will tell Of how we fell ill, but our former glory Would not make us well.
Don’t make me wait ‘til after I’m gone. If you won’t deliver us, let us leave. If you chose another people, and you’re moving on, Just save us all the trouble of trying to believe, And let your people go.
What does it take to wake you, To see you raise your hand? To hear your justice roll, Your thundering command? ‘Cause hoping and never receiving, It wears a heart out. I used to feel full of believing; Now I’m emptied by doubt.
Don’t make me wait ‘til after I’m gone. If you won’t deliver us, let us leave. If you chose another people, and you’re moving on, Just save us all the trouble of trying to believe, And let your people go. Let your people go. Just let your people go, And say goodbye.